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A/N: It's finished!!! I actually finished something! Yippie! sorry. Well, this is the final chapter of The Frozen Tongue. I know you all are heartbroken. Anyways, I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed! I love reviews! They give me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Anyways, I used all the suggestions ( I think) and I melted them down, mixed them together, and poured them out into the delightful finished product you see here! Oh, before I forget, I wasn't exactly sure on Fred's powers, so I kinda manipulated 'em to what fit with the story....But it's my story, so who cares? Anyways, enjoy!
"Whoo-hoo!" cried Fred as he flew across the pavement. This was great! Sabretooth's Harley rumbled beneath him. Finally, something good was going his way. Suddenly, Fred's stomach growled, momentarily overpowering the Harley's engine.
"Where can I get something to eat?" Fred wondered, glancing around. Richardson Avenue was in the sleazier part of Bayville, and he couldn't see any fast-food places nearby. Wait! Up ahead! A neon sign glowed in the darkness, beckoning to Fred.
The Holy Grail
"Must be some sort of restaurant." Fred muttered. It didn't matter what kind, though. Food was food. Fred pulled the borrowed bike into the parking lot, where he could see several other bikes parked near the main entrance. In fact, there was a whole convoy of hogs parked in a cluster.
And standing next to the bikes was a group of large men, wearing leather and covered in tattoos.
Bikers.
And most of them brandishing weapons, from large knives to metal pipes to crowbars.
And they looked angry.
"Gee, I'd hate to be whoever they're mad at." Fred mused to himself as he pulled up in front of the Holy Grail. As he pulled up, he noticed that all the bikers turned in his direction. Fred climbed off Sabretooth's bike. The cluster of bikers stared at him. Or, more precisely, at his bike.
Fred, unfortunately, mistook their looks of suspicion and hate for looks of envy and adoration.
"Isn't it a beaut?" He asked, motioning towards Sabretooth's bike.
This comment only made the bikers more incensed, although Fred, lost in his illusion that the bikers were jealous of him, didn't notice.
One of the bikers stepped forward, hitting his lead pipe against his palm. The pipe made a dull, thumping sound against the meaty flesh of his hand. He was obviously one of the leaders of the gang, and he took the lead.
"You rubbing that in our faces, tubby?" He said, advancing forward. The gang behind him moved forward accordingly, keeping the same distance behind the leader as before.
"Naw, of course not! It ain't my fault you don't have one of these!" Fred said, in a weak attempt to joke with the angry bikers. They were not amused.
Another man wearing a black leather vest stepped forward. " You mocking us, boy?" He said angrily. The bikers now circled Fred, and he glanced around, realizing for the first time that they were not happy campers. He was surrounded, and the bikers had a ravenous need for inflicting pain.
Fred was suddenly frightened.
******** Meanwhile......
Pietro flopped down on the couch in the living room. On the TV in front of him, the opening credits of Monty Python began.
"Finally." he mumbled around the bandage that still protruded from his mouth. "I get to watch my movie in peace and quiet.."
Just as he finished saying that, Lance and Todd came into the room. Pietro began to choke from the horrible stench that came from them.
"You guys stink! " Pietro said. "Even more than usual!"
All he got was two glares. Pietro noticed then that Lance had one arm behind his back, very suspiciously. What was he hiding? After a few minutes of silence, Lance spoke. "Because of YOU, we had to clean Fred's bathroom."
Pietro hunched down in his seat. Lance sounded really mad. He tried to come up with a response. Finally, he just asked, "What do you have behind your back?"
Lance grinned maniacally.
***** Back at the Holy Grail,
Fred lay on the ground, twitching. Because of his mutant power, being beaten with crowbars and lead pipes hadn't effected him as much as it should have. The bikers with knives had taken their turn, careful not to mortally wound the fat boy. He was covered in wounds ranging from small scratches to one particularly deep gash down his back. He was covered in blood, some dried and crusted on his skin, some bright and fresh.
Suddenly, Fred realized that the bikers had stopped poking and slicing him. Glancing around franticly, he noticed that most of them had moved over to their bikes, and were revving the engines. A skinny biker moved forward, and put something metal against Fred...
If Fred didn't know better, he would have thought it was a ramp.
The bikers now moved their motorcycles into a line that curved around the parking lot. The leader, the one who had took the first swing at Fred, was in front of the pack. His gleaming black bike took up speed as he hit the ramp. Fred felt the weight of the bike and its passenger as it hit his already wounded stomach.
He cried out despite himself.
Now sobbing, Fred cried out to the other bikers as they drove over his beaten body, "All I wanted was some food! I'm sorry! Why are you doing this to me!"
There was a pause. Then the bikers resumed their fun.
Fred screwed his eyes shut, hoping that it would all end soon...
And it did. All the engines cut off almost simultaneously, and no one drove over him. There was a long moment of stillness. Fred wondered what was happening.
The silence was suddenly unbearable, and Fred opened his eyes.
And was suddenly far more frightened than he had ever been with the bikers.
****** Back at the Brotherhood,
Lance just stood there grinning like a recent escapee from the loony bin. Pietro jumped off the couch as Lance slowly pulled his arm from behind his back to reveal....
****Back at the Holy Grail,
Fred stared at the angry eyes of an assassin.(Wow! Try to say that ten times! sorry, back to the story...) Sabretooth growled at him, baring his teeth. Fred choked on the stench, and muttered, "Hey! Even I brush!"
"Do you WANT to die, beachball?" Sabretooth growled.
"Beachball? I don't see a beachball?" Fred said befuddled. He glanced around, hoping that the target of Sabretooth's rage really was a brightly colored globe of plastic.
"I was makin' a reference to your somewhat rounded shape." Sabretooth said with a sigh. Stupid kids. Can't even tell when they're insulted. "It don't matter, I'm gonna maim you anyways."
Fred responded by screaming like a little girl. "NOOO! Not maiming! Anything but that!"
Sabretooth considered it for a moment, and then said, "Ok, I'll just mutilate you."
"Alrighty." Fred replied.
And Sabretooth proceeded to mutilate the mutant.
********Back at the Brotherhood....
From behind his back, Lance pulled out a videotape.
Pietro, who had been preparing to make a run for it, after all, that's what he did best, stared at it for a moment.
"A videotape?" He asked, confused.
"Not just any videotape." said Lance in a cheesy, game show host voice. "Todd, tell our lucky winner here more about it."
"Thank you, Lance. This fabulous videocassette contains a very interesting scene, that of young Pietro, with his tongue stuck to the freezer. This tape is in full color and sound, including Pietro's girly shrieks for help!" Todd paused in his speech for a moment to catch a fly. " And the best part is, this tape has been distributed to all the local videostores, where it has been placed in all the 'What Women Want' and 'Miss Congeniality' cases!"
Pietro dropped to his knees, and screamed at the top of his lungs,"NOOOOO!! Not the chick flick cases! All the girls at school..."
"Will see what an idiot you are." Lance supplied. He and Todd grinned at Pietro, and flopped on the couch to watch Monty Python.
Pietro curled up in the corner and sobbed.
*******Epilogue
After seeing what Sabretooth had done to Fred, the Hell's Angels decided to forgive him for stealing the bike. They hadn't really liked the guy it had belonged to, so they gave the Harley to Sabretooth, and invited him to join the gang. Sabretooth took them up on the offer, and they now roam the country together, picking fights and generally wreaking havoc across the nation.
Fred spent a long time in the hospital from his injuries, but eventually healed. Hospital food turned out to be a miracle diet for the Blob, and he lost over a hundred pounds. He also learned that Lance was the one behind the bike incident, and he has dedicated the remainder of his life to making Lance's miserable. His first act of revenge was to put a CD of 'The Song that Never Ends' on repeat, set it against Lance's door, and blast it throughout the night.
Pietro's tongue healed, but his reputation didn't. Everyone in the town of Bayville saw the 'Tongue Video', as it was called, and Pietro's new nickname was the Roadrunner. But never fear, he is said to be planning some sort of revenge involving ice, a blowtorch, Popsicle sticks, and a mirror.
Lance and Todd never fully regained their senses of smell after the cleaning of Fred's bathroom. Lance, as mentioned earlier, is constantly terrorized by the new, thinner Blob. Todd was the only member of the Brotherhood to escape unscathed by the events.
THE END
Thanks for reading! Please review on your way out!
A/N: It's finished!!! I actually finished something! Yippie! sorry. Well, this is the final chapter of The Frozen Tongue. I know you all are heartbroken. Anyways, I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed! I love reviews! They give me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Anyways, I used all the suggestions ( I think) and I melted them down, mixed them together, and poured them out into the delightful finished product you see here! Oh, before I forget, I wasn't exactly sure on Fred's powers, so I kinda manipulated 'em to what fit with the story....But it's my story, so who cares? Anyways, enjoy!
"Whoo-hoo!" cried Fred as he flew across the pavement. This was great! Sabretooth's Harley rumbled beneath him. Finally, something good was going his way. Suddenly, Fred's stomach growled, momentarily overpowering the Harley's engine.
"Where can I get something to eat?" Fred wondered, glancing around. Richardson Avenue was in the sleazier part of Bayville, and he couldn't see any fast-food places nearby. Wait! Up ahead! A neon sign glowed in the darkness, beckoning to Fred.
The Holy Grail
"Must be some sort of restaurant." Fred muttered. It didn't matter what kind, though. Food was food. Fred pulled the borrowed bike into the parking lot, where he could see several other bikes parked near the main entrance. In fact, there was a whole convoy of hogs parked in a cluster.
And standing next to the bikes was a group of large men, wearing leather and covered in tattoos.
Bikers.
And most of them brandishing weapons, from large knives to metal pipes to crowbars.
And they looked angry.
"Gee, I'd hate to be whoever they're mad at." Fred mused to himself as he pulled up in front of the Holy Grail. As he pulled up, he noticed that all the bikers turned in his direction. Fred climbed off Sabretooth's bike. The cluster of bikers stared at him. Or, more precisely, at his bike.
Fred, unfortunately, mistook their looks of suspicion and hate for looks of envy and adoration.
"Isn't it a beaut?" He asked, motioning towards Sabretooth's bike.
This comment only made the bikers more incensed, although Fred, lost in his illusion that the bikers were jealous of him, didn't notice.
One of the bikers stepped forward, hitting his lead pipe against his palm. The pipe made a dull, thumping sound against the meaty flesh of his hand. He was obviously one of the leaders of the gang, and he took the lead.
"You rubbing that in our faces, tubby?" He said, advancing forward. The gang behind him moved forward accordingly, keeping the same distance behind the leader as before.
"Naw, of course not! It ain't my fault you don't have one of these!" Fred said, in a weak attempt to joke with the angry bikers. They were not amused.
Another man wearing a black leather vest stepped forward. " You mocking us, boy?" He said angrily. The bikers now circled Fred, and he glanced around, realizing for the first time that they were not happy campers. He was surrounded, and the bikers had a ravenous need for inflicting pain.
Fred was suddenly frightened.
******** Meanwhile......
Pietro flopped down on the couch in the living room. On the TV in front of him, the opening credits of Monty Python began.
"Finally." he mumbled around the bandage that still protruded from his mouth. "I get to watch my movie in peace and quiet.."
Just as he finished saying that, Lance and Todd came into the room. Pietro began to choke from the horrible stench that came from them.
"You guys stink! " Pietro said. "Even more than usual!"
All he got was two glares. Pietro noticed then that Lance had one arm behind his back, very suspiciously. What was he hiding? After a few minutes of silence, Lance spoke. "Because of YOU, we had to clean Fred's bathroom."
Pietro hunched down in his seat. Lance sounded really mad. He tried to come up with a response. Finally, he just asked, "What do you have behind your back?"
Lance grinned maniacally.
***** Back at the Holy Grail,
Fred lay on the ground, twitching. Because of his mutant power, being beaten with crowbars and lead pipes hadn't effected him as much as it should have. The bikers with knives had taken their turn, careful not to mortally wound the fat boy. He was covered in wounds ranging from small scratches to one particularly deep gash down his back. He was covered in blood, some dried and crusted on his skin, some bright and fresh.
Suddenly, Fred realized that the bikers had stopped poking and slicing him. Glancing around franticly, he noticed that most of them had moved over to their bikes, and were revving the engines. A skinny biker moved forward, and put something metal against Fred...
If Fred didn't know better, he would have thought it was a ramp.
The bikers now moved their motorcycles into a line that curved around the parking lot. The leader, the one who had took the first swing at Fred, was in front of the pack. His gleaming black bike took up speed as he hit the ramp. Fred felt the weight of the bike and its passenger as it hit his already wounded stomach.
He cried out despite himself.
Now sobbing, Fred cried out to the other bikers as they drove over his beaten body, "All I wanted was some food! I'm sorry! Why are you doing this to me!"
There was a pause. Then the bikers resumed their fun.
Fred screwed his eyes shut, hoping that it would all end soon...
And it did. All the engines cut off almost simultaneously, and no one drove over him. There was a long moment of stillness. Fred wondered what was happening.
The silence was suddenly unbearable, and Fred opened his eyes.
And was suddenly far more frightened than he had ever been with the bikers.
****** Back at the Brotherhood,
Lance just stood there grinning like a recent escapee from the loony bin. Pietro jumped off the couch as Lance slowly pulled his arm from behind his back to reveal....
****Back at the Holy Grail,
Fred stared at the angry eyes of an assassin.(Wow! Try to say that ten times! sorry, back to the story...) Sabretooth growled at him, baring his teeth. Fred choked on the stench, and muttered, "Hey! Even I brush!"
"Do you WANT to die, beachball?" Sabretooth growled.
"Beachball? I don't see a beachball?" Fred said befuddled. He glanced around, hoping that the target of Sabretooth's rage really was a brightly colored globe of plastic.
"I was makin' a reference to your somewhat rounded shape." Sabretooth said with a sigh. Stupid kids. Can't even tell when they're insulted. "It don't matter, I'm gonna maim you anyways."
Fred responded by screaming like a little girl. "NOOO! Not maiming! Anything but that!"
Sabretooth considered it for a moment, and then said, "Ok, I'll just mutilate you."
"Alrighty." Fred replied.
And Sabretooth proceeded to mutilate the mutant.
********Back at the Brotherhood....
From behind his back, Lance pulled out a videotape.
Pietro, who had been preparing to make a run for it, after all, that's what he did best, stared at it for a moment.
"A videotape?" He asked, confused.
"Not just any videotape." said Lance in a cheesy, game show host voice. "Todd, tell our lucky winner here more about it."
"Thank you, Lance. This fabulous videocassette contains a very interesting scene, that of young Pietro, with his tongue stuck to the freezer. This tape is in full color and sound, including Pietro's girly shrieks for help!" Todd paused in his speech for a moment to catch a fly. " And the best part is, this tape has been distributed to all the local videostores, where it has been placed in all the 'What Women Want' and 'Miss Congeniality' cases!"
Pietro dropped to his knees, and screamed at the top of his lungs,"NOOOOO!! Not the chick flick cases! All the girls at school..."
"Will see what an idiot you are." Lance supplied. He and Todd grinned at Pietro, and flopped on the couch to watch Monty Python.
Pietro curled up in the corner and sobbed.
*******Epilogue
After seeing what Sabretooth had done to Fred, the Hell's Angels decided to forgive him for stealing the bike. They hadn't really liked the guy it had belonged to, so they gave the Harley to Sabretooth, and invited him to join the gang. Sabretooth took them up on the offer, and they now roam the country together, picking fights and generally wreaking havoc across the nation.
Fred spent a long time in the hospital from his injuries, but eventually healed. Hospital food turned out to be a miracle diet for the Blob, and he lost over a hundred pounds. He also learned that Lance was the one behind the bike incident, and he has dedicated the remainder of his life to making Lance's miserable. His first act of revenge was to put a CD of 'The Song that Never Ends' on repeat, set it against Lance's door, and blast it throughout the night.
Pietro's tongue healed, but his reputation didn't. Everyone in the town of Bayville saw the 'Tongue Video', as it was called, and Pietro's new nickname was the Roadrunner. But never fear, he is said to be planning some sort of revenge involving ice, a blowtorch, Popsicle sticks, and a mirror.
Lance and Todd never fully regained their senses of smell after the cleaning of Fred's bathroom. Lance, as mentioned earlier, is constantly terrorized by the new, thinner Blob. Todd was the only member of the Brotherhood to escape unscathed by the events.
THE END
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